jamiscn:

            “ can someone explain to me why i have                boobs ? && why i’m tracy ? ”

            “ oh yeah and i’m THRILLED to be dunbar.                        by the way -- my boobs are g r e a t. ”

firesparked:

☆   parxsomnia​ ＣＲＡＳＨＥＤ ＴＨＥ ＰＡＲＴＹ． ( ɢʀᴏᴜᴘ ᴠᴇʀsᴇ﹕ ᴡᴇ·ʀᴇ ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ )

           ❛  so on a scale of 1 to fuck off how do you feel about twinning later on? there’s a free room upstairs.

             ‘ if i told you once, i’ve told you a MILLION times, peeta.                   you get one or none. i’ll be the only one walking upstairs.                                                        IF YOU CAN HANDLE ME. ’

bltten:

BLTTEN’S I-DIDN’T-WANT-TO-RUIN-HIS-CUTE-FACE-BY-WRITING-MY-TITLE-ON-THE-GRAPHIC     500+ BIAS LIST

honestly i have no idea what to say ??????????????? i was so afraid of making this blog bc of the amount of scott mccalls there were to begin with but i just fell in love with this mccutie pie as soon as i saw him in the first episode & i was forced to make this blog basically by my friends. i was coming off of a rough time separating with another blog but then i found out how great this fandom is !!!!! sure its full of trash memes but i found a home here, thanks to a lot of ppl. this one is for u guys !!! i love u all ! thank u for accepting me & loving scott !!!! i cant wait to rp with more of u on here. that being said, im gonna get to the good part – the part where i slather u ppl with love. first shoutouts are going to the ultimate mccuties aka the trashiest ppl i have ever met. this list will be pretty short bc ive only connected very strongly w/ a few ppl. hopefully ill add more to it soon !

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The Sings And What They Really Need From Teen Wolf

Aries: Brett Talbot kissing Mason Hewitt

Taurus: Isaac Lahey returning and kissing Scott McCall

Gemini: Alive Allison Argent

Cancer: Kira Yukimura stops killing Scott McCall

Leo: Malia and Theo making out

Virgo: Derek Hale, Derek fucking Hale

Libra: Stydia, fucking Stydia

Scorpio: Mason Hewitt and Kira Yukimura slumber parties

Sagittarius: Liam falling into holes

Capricorn: Lydia Martin telling Stiles Stilinski she's in love with him, too.

Aquarius: Malia Tate kicking ass and being a Queen Bitch

Pisces: Papa Stilinski and Mama McCall making little Scott and Stiles

my mother has informed me that i’m not allowed on for the rest of the day because i seriously threw my back out soooo yeah, i’ll get to replies tomorrow.

i’m literally about to break down crying like i’m sorry why can’t you leave me the fuck alone? i got rid of you how many years ago for a REASON. you can’t just come back and expect me to come running because now you want me around dude i can’t handle this shit

 open to the we’re alright though group verse.

       ‘a little birdy told me there was a party to be had.’

xpentu:

           cerulean hues flicker to the other, to the floor, and back to the other, lips pursed into a small pout. he’s heard the stories of what happened that day, and he doesn’t believe them, or rather, he tries not to. he’s worlds away from being okay, with what happened then, and with himself, but he’s trying to put it behind him. “oh right. that sounds shitty. sorry about that.”

her gaze followed his, watching as they flew the the ground back to her. it was a method to avoid awkward encounters, she’d known that much, considering she’d quite possibly had been the queen of them. “it’s alright, i mean, shit happens, right? people fuck up. they get caught, they pay. she broke rule number one. don’t get caught,” she said, a soft smile splaying across her lips as she set her eyes on liam, taking in a deep breath before  letting out a small chuckle “sorry, that um --” her eyes left his gaze turning to the ground. see. uncomfort. “that sounded cold -- it’s just i guess, i don’t know. i thought she was smarter than that.”

teenwolf:

Stiles and his unconditional love <3 

photobcy:

     ‘no - i abhor violence.’

         ‘funny. you could give a girl a warning. let me swipe            off some of the sweat, so i look somewhat presentable.’

xpentu:

         “i can’t remember much of what happened. i just remember arguing with someone on the field one minute, and the next – well… i’m sure you’ve heard the stories.” he’ll shrug his shoulders. nodding, he’ll hum slightly. “technically? how does that work?”

            lifting her hair, she tied back the brown strands into a               a ponytail, her eyes never leaving his before she gave               him a small laugh, shaking her head “well -- not really                 --i focus a lot on CHEER and -- ... school, i guess. ”           letting frail fingers drop from her tresses, she frowned                slightly, shrugging her shoulders “the only person she                                         hurt was herself.”

photobcy:

     ‘short, spunky — kinda cute?’

     ‘are you hitting on me daehler?’

photobcy:

     ‘yearbook - i think we get a free pass.  besides -            we need more girls like you in there.’

           ‘i’m sorry girls like m e?’

xpentu:

          “yeah, i used to go to devenford. it was okay. i uh – i got expelled because i - did somethin’ stupid and more than likely hurt someone. you’re tracy, right? that cheerleader? hey, doesn’t your sister go to beacon?”

            “expelled? seriously -- wait HURT someone? dunbar! that’s                   your last name. jeez, i guess you carry a big punch in a little                   package. pretty impressive. um, y e a h. tracy stewart,                   co-head  i guess, still trying to get used to that title, honestly.                   TESSA. her name is t e s s a. she um... got into some trouble                   i guess. expelled. she didn’t hurt anyone, though. TECHNICALLY.”

formidare:

        she holds up her index and presses it to her lips, considerably         less in a rush than her sister. and less animated. “ …first off?         slow down. yeah, sure, just casually use the reminder of my         failure at your own convenience. what else am i here for? ”

despite her grumbling and a brief eyeroll, tessa reaches up to the top shelf of her closet and pulls the uniform out of THE BOX.  the same box  that  carries  photos  and  letters  and  all  of  the  other reminders that are better left to her worse nights. —-not that she’s ever told anyone about it. she drapes the outfit over an arm as she replaces the box lid, and nonchalantly holds it out.

              brown eyes fell to the ground as her sister spoke, her               always calmed. it was like day and night between the two               of them. the goth and the prep. and well, tessa wasn’t a                goth but she might as well have been, with the way she’d                seemed to mope around. tracy? tracy on the other hand                smiled through the pain. smiled, slipped on a cheer uniform               and drank as if her life depended on it. she wasn’t a moper.

as amber-hued orbs rose, she looked to the box, a smile rests across her lips as she reaches out, taking the pressed uniform into hand, looking at her sister to the box that lies on the top shelf. “thank you,” she whispers softly, and she means it, she really does as she goes to kiss her sister’s cheek gently. “sorry, i just -- there’s this party tonight and i CANNOT afford another detention,” tracy  mumbles beneath her bed, walking over to her side table drawer pulling out the small flask, shaking it slightly as the amber liquid in side swashes audibly, elongating her smile. “plus, i’m the one with the booze.”

welp aha my thing just updated!! so now i get it!! fuck me w h y